This is a song about "Popin the coppa"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

I don't trust no one

The bigger the the fun

Niggas die over shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Down the street to the car,

Just to let you know, you are

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,